Dragoncrest Cliffs Like this body of conflict

Oh no. Wildfire’s glance causes her face to tighten and she looks in the opposite direction, trying to avoid her stares. Of course it was a stupid question, she realizes, scrunching up her face in frustration. Her cheeks burn with embarrassment and it takes all the effort in the world to listen when she’s given an answer, trying to hide away the turmoil she’s going through.
 
Her jaw tightens and she tries to breathe in and out through her nose, taking long a long draw and shaking her head. “Y-yeah, sorry,” she manages. The last two times she’d felt like this didn’t end very pretty and she can’t let the commander’s mate see her like this despite the anxiety growing. It’s just fun to casually feel like you’re dying. “No, I mean… it is. The case, I mean,” she tries again while fumbling over her words. Furi tries to smile something sincere but it’s far more strained than she manages to show. “I didn’t know… you knew,” she says slowly. If she knows, then Heda knows, and why does she feel like she’s in life-threatening danger?